Another great french movie showing french people actually understand human feelings, human interaction and human motivations. Quite a change from what we see on American tv, hero worship and idolatry, disregard for actual human feelings.
The main character looks spookily like he could be Tucker Carlson's long lost french brother, the similarity in looks is startling.
That aside, I won't ruin the movie for you apart from saying it centres around Monsieur Durand, a professional Olympic horse jumper (equestrian).
Great french movie. Only the french are capable of making serious movies consistently anymore. Bravo.
Vive le France. Wow what a real tearjerker, I bet me and the 80 somethings in the old age homes in Burgundy that survived covid were crying hardest and moved most. Kinda creepy how monsieur Durand looks like Tucker Carlson's long lost french bro but what can you do, maybe write a short story about it or something.
Well before I get stuck into the next french movie, Les vacances des monsieur Hulot, a black and white oldie, quite slow to establish its meaning. And hopefully make it to work on time for the free party food (we're privatizing immediately after Halloween, trust Benji to do his bit to drive change). Only a brief ten minutes skateboard ride away (although I'll be driving if my car battery isn't flat, due to my sore ankle, now I know how Jappeloup felt when he had his little scare).
Wow this monsieur Hulot movie is going nowhere, this is a very french thing just drawing things out forever then bam! They're gonna hit you with something.
Anyway continuing on that last post. So America's great and all, my first time there around mid August 2001 to mid November 2001, exactly 90 days, I left and went to Paris to reside a while (six months). So I couldn't speak much French so one of the first words I learned in those days in Bastille was 'alumettes', des alumettes. The matches. So if you have some petrol and matches you can burn the house down. Those matches. Then I scrolled through the white pages phonebook at a public payphone in Bastille and got a job at Total Fina Elf and Nestle teaching English. Paris is too big. My second main experience in France was eight years ago in Carcassonne and surrounds. Languedoc, beautiful country. Deux semaines la bas. Maybe someday I can sail across the oceans to France. That's probably the best I could do, le mieux.
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